Son (The Giver, #4) QUOTES

2 " That had day changed him. It had changed the entire village. Shaken by the death of a boy they had loved, each person found ways to be more worthy of the sacrifice he had made. They had become kinder, more careful, more attentive to one another. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

4 " Think only on the climb. Think on what you control "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

6 " It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating, what you're leaving. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

8 " Go, " he said. "This is your journey, your battle. Be brave. Find your gift. Use it to save what you love. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

10 " She was willing to give you everything she had. And you took it from her. You took her youth, and her beauty, and her energy and her health-" For a moment, think of his mother, Gabe couldn't continue speaking. He fell silent and choked back tears. Then he took a deep breath and went on, "- and it didn't matter. We found each other. None of it mattered but that. You won't ever know what that's like, to love someone. In a way, I pity you. But I hope you starve. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

12 " It will help when you learn them. Fear dims when you learn things. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

14 " No one else seemed to feel this kind of passionate attachment to other humans. Not to a newchild, not to a spouse, or a coworker, or friend. She had not felt it toward her own parents or brother. But now, toward this wobbly, drooling toddler— "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

16 " Odd, she thought of him as her friend though in truth they had shared only one brief conversation. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

18 " No one had told her what “birth” meant. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)

20 " She had seen her son for the first time, in this place, when he was a child of eight or nine. She remembered that day. He ran along the path near the cottage to which she had been assigned, calling to his friends, laughing, his unkempt hair bright in the sunlight. “Gabe!” she heard a boy call; but she would have known him without hearing it. It was the same smile she remembered, the same silvery laugh. She had moved forward in that moment, intending to rush to him, to greet and embrace him. Perhaps she would make the silly face, the one with which they had once mimicked each other. But when she started eagerly toward him, she forgot her own weakness; her dragging foot caught on a stone and she stumbled clumsily. Quickly she righted herself, but in that moment she saw him glance toward her, then look away in disinterest. As if looking through his eyes, she perceived her own withered skin, her sparse gray hair, the awkward gait with which she moved. She stayed silent, and turned away, thinking. "

― Lois Lowry , Son (The Giver, #4)